The More Debris There Is The More

The Current Generation Now Sees Everything Clearly, It Marvels At The Errors, It Laughs At The Folly Of Its Ancestors, Not Seeing That This Chronicle Is All Overscored By Divine Fire, That Every Letter Of It Cries Out, That From Everywhere The Piercing Finger Is Pointed At It, At This Current Generation; But The Current Generation Laughs And Presumptuously, Proudly Begins A Series Of New Errors, At Which Their Descendants Will Also Laugh Afterwards.

What Are You Laughing At? You Are Laughing At Yourself.

Steeds, Steeds, What Steeds! Has The Whirlwind A Home In Your Manes?

There Exists A Kind Of Laughter Which Is Worthy To Be Ranked With The Higher Lyric Emotions And Is Infinitely Different From The Twitching Of A Mean Merrymaker.

Always Think Of What Is Useful And Not What Is Beautiful. Beauty Will Come Of Its Own Accord.